Bookstore Surprises, Part One: "You Want that Big Dicked Guy to Fuck You?"

 Near Home—December, 2024

I saw the Michigan family for Christmas and came home with a head cold.  It was a misery on day one and cleared up in 24 hours to just minor post nasal drip.  And with it clearing, my big ol’ dick demanded attention. 

I went to the local bookstore that Saturday afternoon…

 

I walk in and sit in my usual chair (I almost always get it as it is too conspicuous for many.)  I take out my hard cock and stroke.  I glance around.  It is a room full of men--and with men I don’t recognize.  Being gone two months has altered the cast of characters.  I look again, a little dumbfounded.  Nine of us have our dicks out and are stroking.  The tenth, the youngest man in the room, has his hand shoved down the front of his jeans and is obviously massaging his crotch.

The tension in the air is high.

The men sitting on either side of the young man, reach for him simultaneously.  One pulls up his shirt, the other opens his pants.  They lean in and begin to lick his very hairy body.  The whole room watches the young man writhe and pant at all the attention.

“You want to get fucked?” says the man who has been licking his nipples.

The young man nods.  Jeans are pulled all the way off by the who opened his pants.  The older guy goes in for some better oral with the stripped-down young man.  The other older guy licks his hairy chest.  They can’t get enough of the taste of his young flesh.

The old guy working his top sits up.  “You want that big dicked guy to fuck you?”

He points to me.

The young man all but blushes and nods his head. 

I stand up and go over.  The guy licking below the waist, stands up, making room for me.  I smile.  He wasn’t licking cock.  He was mouthing T-cock.  The handsome boy is transmale.  He’s had top surgery and is obviously on testosterone.  I go to my knees and begin tonguing his swollen nub.  The young man writhes.  I make him shudder.  We pause for a moment and he hands me a condom.  I open it and roll it on.  It’s a slim fit rubber—and it makes my cock feel like an overplump bratwurst.  But I go with it.

The young man hunkers down in the chair.  The old men on either side hold onto his legs.  I lube up and begin to work my way into his front hole.  He holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  I re-lube and try again.  My head pops into him.  He is incredibly tight.  I just hold in place.  And wait.  I get the nod.  Another inch goes in.

I wait.

“Take it out.  Let’s try me on all fours.”

He kneels on the chair.  I move in.  My cock finds his ass.  He jumps, reaches around and re-directs me.  Between how he’s kneeling on the low chair and tall me, it is the worst possible angle.  He takes three inches of me once again.

I suggest he sit on me.  We change around.  This works.  He takes half my cock, but just can’t take any more.  He stands up.  Disappointed.  And is all apologies.  My answer is to lick him to orgasm—a loud one, that makes every man in the room stroke (or suck the dick in their mouth) that much harder.

The guy stands up, shakily and gets dressed.

“Let me fuck that pussy.”  It’s a man who arrived during my second round of oral with the FTM.  He is a swarthy young man who looks Middle Eastern with a full black beard.  His dick is likely the right size, around seven inches and thin.  It’s hard, the foreskin pulled back, as he’d been stroking to my oral sex.

The FTM does not pay any attention to him—just gets dressed and takes off.

“Damn,” says the would be top.  “I wanted that.” He is very close to cumming.  I kneel in front of him.  He won’t let me touch his cock with my mouth but he jerks off into my cupped hands.  A huge load, even for one so young.  I taste it.  And again, much to his delight.

A man moves into my field of vision.  Finally, one I know.  I stand up and cover my cock with the Arab’s cum.   The Arab smiles and watches the other guy follow me as I sit down.

“Let me suck that, Sir.”

I sit down and let him.  He’s the man I know from both bookstores, the one who loves having his face fucked (especially against the wall or a pole) and who drinks my piss.  He loves to choke himself on my cock.  I have sometimes called him the Choker.  He kneels and cleans my cock of the Arab’s cum.  He is delighted.  “You know how to treat me right,” he murmurs.

He goes for my cum covered balls now.  He laps them up until they have only spit left on them.  I am able to see that the entire room is playing now.  There are two pairs of blow jobs and the other men are stroking and enjoying the show or perhaps playing with the chest of the suckee.  The Choker goes back to my dick.  He deepthroats me and does what he loves, choking on my dick, making his throat involuntarily squeeze my cock head.

A man stroking next to me stands up.  He offers me his dick.  I suck him as the Choker works every inch of me.  This new guy has a true pencil dick.  Long and super thin.  It fits effortlessly down my throat.  He begins to fuck my face.  Both the Choker and I are disappointed that he pulls out and shoots his load on the floor. 

“I think I have piss.”

He pulls off my dick and sits on his heels.  I stand.  My cock goes back into his mouth.  He knows not to suck or tongue me.  He waits.  A moment.  Two.  And is rewarded.  The piss flows out of me and deep into his stomach.  He moans.

I would love to know if any of the other guys knew I was feeding him something other than the usual.  We don’t get any odd looks at all.

I sit back down.  The Choker sucks my cock and balls again—as if he hadn’t touched them before—as a thank you for the piss.

The door opens.  Another man I know.  The Road Worker.  He is not in work clothes today, his shoulder length blond hair juts out from the ball cap he wears.

“You know him?” asks the Choker.

“I have sucked his cock once.  And he’s done me, too.”

“Have you fucked him?”

“I have never even seen him get fucked.”

“He’d love your dick.  He’s a whore.”

“This guy?” I ask, looking at the Road Worker who now sits down, leaving lots of seats between him and others.

“Just be ready…”

The Choker moves to the Road Worker.  Soon he is sucking the younger man’s cock.  Road Worker likes to be in control.  He stands up and fucks his face.  When the Choker pulls off him, he says something to him I can’t hear.  But his head gestures in my direction.  Road Worker looks at me.  I know he’s seen me fuck others.  He pulls out of the Choker’s mouth and walks over, his hard cock swaying.  He stops, inches from me.

“You can fuck me if you’ve got poppers…”

(To be continued…)

Strangers with Hard Cocks

 Near Home—December, 2024

 

I was home.  Alone.  And horned from all that time in the car the day before.  I tried to talk myself out of going to the bookstore on Christmas Eve.  I mean, really, who’d be there?  But I had the time as I wasn’t headed to the cousins until Christmas Day.  I suddenly really wanted to go, even if I was the only man there.

I went.

The two main clerks, who have known me now for years, welcomed me back, all smiles.  I went into the theatre, not knowing what to expect…

 

There are four men in the theatre.  I recognize two by sight.  In the far corner, where he can only see the straight screen, is a white man, 40+, who is jerking.  I know from experience he does not let anyone touch him.  I sit in my usual seat, where I can swivel a little and see both screens.  Behind me, near the gay screen, is the other guy I recognize, a tall Latino with a very small dick.  He is absently stroking his cock as he works his phone.  I know him as he had participated once during a group sex moment, sucking my dick and vice versa. 

To my right is an old man on his phone.  He does not look at the other men or the videos.  Just his phone.  That keeps dinging.  Loudly.  Two chairs away from me is a short white man, a little mousey.  He is wearing a long red stocking cap, as if he were still outside.  He is stroking openly to the straight video.

He looks at me as I take out my dick.  He watches it get hard.  He gets up and sits next to me. 

“Wow.”

“Thanks.”

“May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

He does.  In moments, he is on his knees in front of me.  The sucking, which is pretty good, lasts for maybe two minutes, before he stands up and sits back in his seat.  “I’ll get too excited fellating that—and I just got here.  I don’t want to blow yet.”

I nod.  “Don’t waste it when you do shoot…”

He nods, then gets the full meaning, that I’d take his load.  He nods.

In five minutes of stroking, he looks at me, eyes pleading.  I get on my knees and begin to suck.  The door opens and a man walks in.  He sits near the ‘don’t touch me guy.’  I touch stocking hat’s balls and he erupts down my throat.  He hasn’t shot in days.  He shakes and holds onto my shoulders.  He thanks me and leaves as I sit back down.

Instantly, the new arrival comes over and sits in the vacated chair.  He unzips and shows off a good seven incher.  He has chiseled features that have aged well.  He looks like the dad you see dropping off his college aged son at the dorm.

“Suck me, too?”

I don’t hesitate.  I kneel.  He pushes his pants down to his ankles.  He’s in a rush to get home, I think.  He loves my mouth and tells me so.  He lasts for about five minutes before he gives up a load every bit as big or bigger than the first guy.  He reaches for a napkin as I clean up his cock with my tongue.  He finds there is nothing for him to wipe up.  He pats my shoulder and takes off.

Two men come in.  One I know well and the other a stranger.  The young man I have slowly trained to play in public is the first in.  He makes a beeline for my cock, kneeling and sucking it to the root.  The other is a 30-ish guy, Black, dressed in grey sweats.  He sits across from the Latino and shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants. 

While I’m getting excellent head from the young man, Don’t Touch Me stands up and fires off a big load all over the floor.  He cleans up and leaves. 

My cocksucker is tiring.  He takes a break.  I apologize I’m not ready to shoot yet.  He shrugs, ready to do some more.  His phone dings.  He finds it, reads it and takes off.

The old man finally puts his phone away and walks out the door.

There are now just the three of us.  I turn to the Latino.  He has been stroking his dick for the Black guy, who is sitting across from him.  Now that we are alone, the sweat pants come down and he shows us both his dick.

All three of us stand up.  The two of them reach for the other’s cock.  I go to my knees and suck first the Latino and then the larger cock of the Black man.  They play with each other’s nipples through fabric.  When I switch back to the Latino’s dick, the other man goes behind him, stroking his wet cock against the ass of the man I’m sucking.

The Latino’s phone goes off.  He pulls up his pants and takes off.  The Black man’s cock has wilted slightly with the interruption.  He sucks me briefly, but you can tell that’s not his thing.

“Let me rub my dick on your ass.”

“I’m no bottom.”

“I won’t go in.  Promise.

I look at him for a long moment.  I drop my pants.  He turns me, so I am facing away and he rubs his deflated cock down the hair of my butt cheek.

“Nice,” he croons.  “This way I’ll be able to give you the load you want.”  He does it again.  I can feel his cock stiffen up.  He goes nowhere near my pucker, he just rubs the now drooling cock through the down on my ass.  Over and over.

“Oh, man….Ready.  Now, TAKE IT!”

I spin around and go to my knees.  He gives me a big, delicious load, moaning all the while.  He lets his cock soften in my mouth.  I clean him up.  He hugs me and wishes me a “Merry Christmas.”

I am alone in the room.  I don’t see things getting better than what I’ve already done.  But the door opens.  A good-looking white man in his 50’s walks in.  He doesn’t sit.  He just unzips and begins stroking his very hard cock.

“My mouth would feel better than your hand…” I murmur.

“Yeah.  I came for a good blow job.”

I walk over to him and kneel.  He pushes his super hard, Viagra-ed dick into my mouth.  He doesn’t want my skilled tongue work.  He wants to fuck my face.  And he does.  For maybe three or four minutes.  I just let him do what he needs.  And I’m rewarded—three or four strong blasts of cum hit the back of my throat.  He calls me a good boy as his cock drools out the final pearl on my tongue.

“Thank you for swallowing,” he says as he sits up and picks up his parka he’d tossed on a chair.  “I hate guys who spit.”

He was maybe six minutes in the room.

I realize, as I get up, that while I had certainly sucked some cock at the bathhouse these last months, I had mostly been the one sucked.  It felt kind of good to suck some dick to completion again.

I go back to my chair to retrieve my coat.

The door opens.  I sit back down.  A white man in his late 30’s comes in.  He gets out of his coat, but leaves his knit hat on his head.  He sits next to me.  The guy unzips instantly.  It’s a thin 5 incher, with a very pronounced head. 

“I could really use a mouth…” he whispers.

I go to my knees once more.  It takes a little longer.  But I give him just what he wants for Christmas…